"The belt made a loud swish through the air and a satisfying smack as I delivered the first real blow of your whipping. You whimpered and moaned as I...continued to beat your ass with a steady rhythm, loving the sounds and the red welts that the belt raised on your cheeks. After about twenty firm strokes, I paused again. You wiggled your ass, giving muffled whines, wordlessly begging for more."You are such a little pain slut," I purred, drawing the belt back again.This time it whistled through. She sat with her chin in her hands looking at me. Her dark eyes studying me."Then this isn't a marriage proposal?" If I thought for a second that that's what you wanted or needed, I'd be on my knee in moments. We've both been married. I don't know that it's necessary, and may actually be less complicated long term."She nodded her head. "You've become a wise old man. Although watching you get down on a knee might be entertaining." We laughed, which broke the seriousness. "Let me get home, have a. I wriggle a bit in the binds, and then nod. Pure trust and submission looking up at you. Lust and worship just under the glare as well.You grab two candles and dump the contents on to my inner thighs, as I scream out, you get two more candle to continue covering my flesh. The colors splash down onto my groin and some hitting my labia. Over and over and over, you just keep grabbing candles to cover me. “FFUCKKKKKKAAHAHAHAHAHAA” “DDADYDYYYY!Y!!!!!!” after 20 candles you stop. I’m crying out and. He removed it and put it in his pocket. She was the first and made him more aware of my instructions to disregard modesty. He found no more firearms but did find a nasty little knife. The man was starting to stand with a large bruise on the side of his head. Mitch went over him thoroughly and removed two knives.He moved away and said, "Not very trusting of their fellow man, were they?"I responded, "It's good to be armed when you desire to commit mayhem."My phone rang and I fished it out of my.